Trailers are an under-appreciated art form insofar that many times they’re seen as vehicles for showing footage, explaining films away, or showing their hand about what moviegoers can expect. Foreign, domestic, independent, big budget: What better way to hone your skills as a thoughtful moviegoer than by deconstructing these little pieces of advertising? This week we get naked (for realsie), go way back to the salad days of VHS, show you the strength of street knowledge, see what it is perhaps the worst movie trailer yet this year, go to a very very remote place on this earth, and then see whether or not Green Day still has some gas in the tank.

Trailers are an under-appreciated art form insofar that many times they’re seen as vehicles for showing footage, explaining films away, or showing their hand about what moviegoers can expect. Foreign, domestic, independent, big budget: What better way to hone your skills as a thoughtful moviegoer than by deconstructing these little pieces of advertising? This week we stop being polite and start getting real, try not to be beheaded by a drug cartel, look back wistfully at a time that has long since passed, get coked out with the pretty people, hit the slopes for a little R&R, reflect on 20 years of Groundhog Day, and then get excited about stopping over in England to hear Edgar Wright and some directorial blowhards drone on about film.